Imagines (5SOS and 1D)

THROWING SOCKS AT YOUR WINDOW AT MIDNIGHT (M.C)

*Y/N stands for your name *

I heard a soft thumping at my bedroom window and wondered what the hell it was.

Leaning out of the bed to grab my phone, I clicked it on and checked the time.

2:46am!

Another thump sounded from my window.

What was that?

I sat up in my bed and threw my legs over the side

I stretched out my arms and yawned loudly.

I had no idea what that noise was.

I shuffled over to the window, my eyes drooping slightly with sleep.

All I wanted to do was curl up back in bed and lay my head on my pillow and sleep.

I slowly pulled back on curtain, only the corner, and grabbed the handle of the window.

I pushed the lock piece in, hearing the sound of it clicking out of place, and gave it a shove.

It opened wide and I leant my head out.

Something whacked me in the head, knocking me back, and I stumbled, nearly falling on my ass.

I let out a squeal, and my hands clamped over my mouth.

I heard someone mutter "Shit" outside.

Who was that?

And what the heck had hit me?

I span around, scanning my eyes around for the object.

I squinted, looking harder in the dark.

I couldn't see a thing.

My eyes landed on a circular object, laying beside the chair at my desk and I walked over.

I bent down and picked it up, the feel of the object suddenly very familiar.

I went to my dresser beside my bed and grabbed my phone, switching the screen on and giving me some light.

In my hand was a rolled up sock.

I giggled as I finally saw the mystery object.

Putting my phone back down, I went over to the window and stuck my head out.

"Michael?" I whispered.

His response came quick.

"Yeah?" he said back.

I giggled.

Why did I not think it would be him?

To be honest, I wasn't even surprised.

"Well isn't this romantic," I called down to him.

He chuckled and lobbed another one up, missing me by an inch and hitting the window beside my face.

"I wouldn't throw rocks because I ain't paying to get a new window," he grumbled.

That was Michael.

My very 'romantic' boyfriend.

What was he doing here so late anyway?

"What are you doing here? It's so late!" I asked.

"Let me in please," he begged.

I sighed before tiptoeing out of my room and letting him in.

He grinned down at me, in his hand a load of rolled up socks.